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| April 5, 2001 The polish deli smells like burnt firewood Your skin has the scent of flowers and it's getting to the point where I can feed off the grassy air, your blue sky eyes and spring laughter We spend most of the day characterising the ways of the new tide and move on into the night, like a train with no destination |
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| The Family |
| (Saskia) doing well as a subject and friend |
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